Eva moved closer to the tableau, Jesslyn and Maudie at her heels. It simply didn’t make sense that the man facing James should be Mr. Harris. He’d seemed so…so…harmless. Where were the rest of James’s men? And what had happened to Abigail? Had James told her to wait outside for her own safety, not knowing what they might face inside?
“This is all a misunderstanding,” Mr. Harris was chattering, hands up and eyes wide. “I am a friend of the Earl of Howland. He requested that I confirm the house had been locked properly. When I found the door unlocked, naturally I thought to look further. And then Miss Chance nearly scared the life out of me.”
He lowered his hands to wag a finger in Jesslyn’s direction. “Quite the prank, my dear. You nearly had me fooled.”
“And you don’t fool me for an instant,” Eva proclaimed. “The earl has been ill. He never had a visitor except for Doctor Bennett for the last two days. When did he ask you to look after the castle?”
“Why, at the spa the day he visited with you,” he said.
Eva looked to James, who was frowning. The earl had spoken to Harris that day, but she’d thought it only a casual greeting. Were they greater intimates, then?
“And how are you acquainted with my cousin?” James asked, as if his thoughts ran along the same lines as Eva’s.
Harris evidently thought he was no longer under suspicion, for he smiled. “I met him in London through mutual friends. A fine fellow. So generous.”
“Is he talking about the same earl?” Maudie muttered to Eva.
Eva shook her head.
The thud of boots heralded the arrival of the rest of the militia. They crowded into the great hall, fanned out around James. Their gazes narrowed on Harris.
“Behold our intruder,” James told them. “He claims the earl invited him here. I find myself in doubt. Turn out your pockets, sir.”
“Surely there’s no need,” Harris started.
Mr. Ellison was having none of it. “Our magistrate asked you to turn out your pockets, my lad. Allow me to be of assistance.” Handing his gun to another, he set about patting the fellow’s body, strong hands moving fast. Harris winced.
Mr. Ellison delivered a pocket watch, a handkerchief, and a key that looked suspiciously like the one Eva had been given to the castle.
“Not much to show for himself,” the baker said.
James fingered the key. “Except this. How did this come into your possession?”
“The earl gave it to me. How was I to lock the castle without it?” Harris aimed a scowl all around. “You have no call to detain me. I was only doing my duty.”
“He’s lying, and I can prove it,” Eva said. She tugged on Maudie’s arm. “Will you show me where the fairies hide their notes?”
Maudie nodded toward the militia. “You want this lot to know?”
Eva glanced around as well. The militia of Grace-by-the-Sea stood taller, as if they intended to earn her trust. They already had it.
“Yes,” Eva said. “These are our neighbors, our friends. They deserve to know.”
Maudie headed past them all to stop by the Grecian water bearer nearest the door. “There, under her arm. That’s where I found the fairy writing.”
Eva joined her to reach into the small hollow. She plucked out the paper inside.
“You found one too!” Maudie exclaimed.
Eva brought it back to James. “And why did you leave this, Mr. Harris?”
Harris twitched, as if he longed to grab the note and run, but his smile remained pleasant. “And what have you there? A love note?”
James opened the paper and angled it toward Jesslyn’s lamp. The random letters and numbers seemed to jump off the page.
“A cipher,” James said. “I’m sure Mr. Carroll can make short work of this.”
Harris jerked away and ran.
Mr. Greer stopped him, and the other militiamen weren’t far behind.
“Where are your compatriots?” James demanded as they brought him back to face him again. “If you give them up, it might go easier on you.”
He sneered. “And if you let me go, it might go easier on you when Napoleon overruns your measly little village.”
The militia bristled.
“So, you admit to working with the French,” James said. “Do you claim the earl condones it?” His tone was stern, his face determined. Eva would not have wanted to face him in the docket.
Harris started laughing. “Condones it? The earl profits from it. Or didn’t you know the House of Howland was in such dire straits?”
James didn’t waver. Eva had never been so proud of him. “Whether we are in a difficult financial position or not has nothing to do with the loyalty an Englishman owes his country. What is your excuse, sir?”
“I know how to choose the winning side,” Harris said. “You think the fires I lit were bad? Your little village will be swept through, picked clean, and left to bleach in the sun.”
James stepped back from him, contempt written on every feature. “Ellison, Truant, take him to the village and lock him in the jail. Is the fire out?”
“Fire?” Eva asked, but his men were nodding.
James nodded as well. “Then the rest of you, light lamps and search the castle to make sure he’s left no one and nothing else behind.”
“They’re coming for you!” Harris shouted as the men pulled him toward the door.
“We’ll be ready,” James vowed.
The other militiamen gathered lamps from the great hall, withdrawing room, and music room, then climbed the stairs to search the upper stories. James turned to Eva, Jesslyn, and Maudie.
“The Lady of the Tower, I take it,” he said with a bow to Jesslyn.
“A poor likeness,” Maudie admitted.
“But it certainly put the fear into our spy,” Eva added. “Who knew damping holland covers could be so useful? I must remember to thank Yeager for storing them in the kitchen.”
“And I should return them,” Jesslyn said. “Do you require the lantern, Magistrate?”
“The moonlight is sufficient, but thank you,” James said.
They moved off. As quiet settled over the great hall, Eva closed the distance between her and James.
“I’m surprised you didn’t want to play the ghost,” James told her.
“Jesslyn is taller,” she explained. “It made a better effect. Besides, I thought I stood a better chance of knocking him down if needed. So, you were right. The earl was involved in all this.”
“So it appears,” James said. “I didn’t want to believe he would help the enemy, but we both know he was desperate. Harris and whoever sent him must have offered a pretty penny to convince my cousin to support their efforts.”
“Perhaps they posed as smugglers,” Eva said as doors banged and footsteps thudded overhead. “So long as they sent him something from France in token once in a while, he would have no reason to question them.”
“But did the earl give him the key, or is that Bascom’s key?”
Eva shook her head. “We’ll have to ask the earl. What should we do now?”
He gazed down at the paper in his hand. “We must get this to Carroll.”
Eva glanced around. “I thought he was a member of your troop, but I didn’t see him. Didn’t he answer the call?”
He lowered the paper, face falling. “He’s escorting Abigail Archer into town. One of my men took her for the enemy and shot her in the arm. She’s on her way to Doctor Bennett.”
Eva gasped. “Oh, James, no!”
“I’m sorry, Eva. We’ll go to her, as soon as I know the castle is hiding no more secrets. Can you manage things while I slip down and talk to Quill?”
“Of course.” With a nod of thanks, he headed for the kitchen.
Jesslyn and Maudie passed him on their return. “But why cannot we summon the trolls?” Maudie was complaining.
“Because we don’t know whose side they might be on,” her niece rationalized.
Maudie humphed. “Well, they’re good English trolls. Of course they’d be on our side.”
“If Napoleon is indeed intent on taking his army through Grace-by-the-Sea, we’ll have to rely on help where we can find it,” Eva told them both. “But I still have hopes we can prevent that.”
They waited in the great hall for the militia to finish its work. Eva checked the other statue, but the spot that would have held Maudie’s hidey hole had been plastered over. Harris must have stumbled upon the one while searching the empty castle for safe places to pass messages.
James came back from the kitchen just before the last of his militiaman reported in.
“Nothing in that end of the house,” James told them all, with a look to Eva. That must mean Captain St. Claire had seen no one either.
“Now,” James continued, “before we return to the village, I will have an answer. Which of you shot Miss Archer?”
Jesslyn pressed her hands to her chest, and Maudie scowled at them all. The members of his troop looked at each other. For a moment, no one moved.
Then Mr. Greer stepped forward, face white against the red of his jacket. “I did. I didn’t want to be slow to respond, so I left the gun half-cocked. It went off all too easily. I will never forgive myself if anything happens to Abigail.”
Eva wasn’t sure what James intended, but he glanced from Greer to the rest of his men. “We are all facing circumstances we never thought to face. We don’t know how we’ll react. But the more we practice, the more likely we will respond with the honor and skill expected. I’ll ask Mr. Lawrence to draw up a schedule with more frequent drills.”
“What about the French, sir?” someone asked.
“If they return to Grace-by-the-Sea,” James said, “they will discover what true Englishmen are worth. Now, company, fall in.”
They hurried to line up and stand at attention.
“There’s something about a man in a red coat,” Maudie murmured dreamily.
“To the village, march!” James ordered.
They marched sharply out the door.
“We’ll go as well,” Jesslyn said. “Unless there’s anything else we can do for you, Magistrate?”
“No, thank you,” James said. “Your efforts are greatly appreciated.” He bowed to her and Maudie.
Maudie patted his arm. “The fairies are very proud of you, I know.”
He smiled his thanks as they left.
Eva glanced around at the dark house. “Then there may be Frenchmen in our midst, and we have no idea who they are.”
James led her to the door and set about locking up. “They cannot hide forever, Eva.” He shook his head as he twisted the latch. “I wonder, though, why I even bother to lock the door. Now, let’s see how Abigail fares.”
~~~
Abigail and her mother lived in rooms behind the gallery, as it turned out. Lights were glowing from the windows as James and Eva approached along High Street. At the back of the building, they knocked on the door.
An elderly woman with tightly curled white hair and a frail figure wrapped in a sea-green dressing gown greeted them. “Magistrate,” she said, mouth turned down. “Have you come to tell us who shot my Abby?”
“It was an accident, Mrs. Archer,” James assured her. “Would you allow my wife and me to come in? We’d like to explain the situation.”
She stepped aside and let them in. The little flat consisted of a sitting room, small dining room, and two bedchambers. Mrs. Archer led them to the smaller of the two, where Abigail lay propped up in bed. Her face was white, her body stiff, and a bandage thickened the upper part of her right arm.
“Are you all right?” Eva begged, hurrying forward.
“Fine,” she said. “No thanks to this oaf of a doctor.”
Eva glanced to the side of the door, where Doctor Bennett was standing. He turned to snap shut his black medical bag. “I cannot be blamed, madam, if you choose to involve yourself in ramshackle affairs that end with you getting shot.”
“And you also refuse to accept the blame for costing Miss Chance her position either,” she returned.
“I most certainly do.” He nodded to Eva and James. “Mr. and Mrs. Howland. I hope you can convince Miss Archer to stay abed and heal. She should not be painting with that arm.”
“Oh, so now you want to rob me of my position too?” Abigail fumed.
He rounded on her. “No, madam. I am trying to save the life of one of the finest painters I have ever seen. I hope I may count on your support.”
She blinked. “Certainly, sir. No need to shout.”
He nodded. “I’ll check on you in the morning before the spa opens. If you see Miss Chance before I do, please ask her to attend me at her earliest convenience. I have been trying to make her acquaintance to no avail. I have a position to discuss with her.” With a nod all around, he departed.
“Well,” Abigail said, and left it at that.
~~~
After letting Miss Archer know what had transpired at the castle, James led Eva back to the street. The moon had disappeared, but the eastern horizon was already lighting, streaks of pink and gold stretching across the sea.
“I must get this to Mr. Carroll,” he said, laying a hand on her arm. “But there’s no reason you can’t go back to Butterfly Manor, attempt to sleep.”
She regarded him. “Until I know what that note says, I doubt there’s much sleep in my future.”
He tucked her arm into his, more glad than he could say to have her beside him. “Then let’s see what Mr. Carroll thinks.”
They found the gentleman still in his uniform. “Are we marshaling?” he asked James, reaching for the musket that was propped beside the shop door.
James shook his head. “While you were getting Abigail to Doctor Bennett, we discovered that Mr. Harris from the spa was our French liaison. He attempted to leave this note in the castle.”
He accepted the note, peering at it through his spectacles. “Never liked the fellow. He had no interest in books. Give me a moment.”
He wandered back toward the counter, already muttering about Ps and Ss.
James followed with Eva.
“I have the code right here,” the shopkeeper assured them, bringing out a sheaf of paper with notes all over it. “Let’s see. Yes.” He selected a pencil and began scrawling letters.
Mr. Carroll looked up. “Short, but to the point. It reads, Do not land. Too many defenses. Seek another site.” He blinked, then grinned at them both. “Then we’re safe. The French know Grace-by-the-Sea can defend herself.”
“Only if they receive that note,” James said, holding out his hand. The shopkeeper lay the paper into it. “I will deposit this in the usual place and see if anyone takes the bait.”
After thanking Carroll, they left.
“Then, is it done?” Eva asked as they headed for Butterfly Manor at last.
“For now,” James said. “But the boat was still there when I talked with Quill. He and his men will be on the alert, as will the Excise Service and the Royal Navy, thanks to Lark. If the French return for this note, they will be found.”
She seemed to accept that, walking along beside him as if they were out for a promenade. But, as they neared the house, she spoke and proved her thoughts had taken a different direction.
“Before we knew there were spies, we talked about our future,” she said. “What do you intend, James?”
He stopped before the yard gate. “What do you wish, Eva?”
Her mouth quirked, and even in the misty light of dawn, he could see the twinkle in her eyes. “I asked you first.”
“A marriage,” he said. “A true marriage, husband and wife, together through good times and bad.”
“One life, one mind, one heart,” she agreed. “I want that too.”
He bent and brushed his lips against hers, feeling the answering tremor in her. “Then, Eva Faraday Howland, will you be my wife and allow me to be your husband?”
“Yes, James. Nothing would make me happier.”
She tipped her chin and kissed him. The sun rose, brightening the sky, bringing a new day, a new future.
Together.
~~~
Two weeks later
“You need more roses,” Maudie said.
Eva glanced up from her work, trowel in hand. Their home was certainly living up to its name this morning—butterflies danced from flower to flower, gold and brown and blue.
“But we already have an entire hedge,” Eva said, pointing to the red and pink blossoms along the wrought-iron fence. “What about something that blooms more frequently?”
Maudie cocked her head, as if considering the matter. Then Eva realized she was listening. Tilting her head, she spied the carriage coming up Church Street. “He’s back!”
She dropped the trowel and ran for the gate just as the carriage pulled up. James leaped down and caught her close.
“Oh, but I missed you,” he murmured against her hair.
“And I missed you terribly,” she said, pulling back to look up into his dear face.
“That’s what happens between husbands and wives,” Maudie said wisely. “Even if it’s only been ten days.”
“An eternity,” Eva assured her.
Maudie nodded. “Then you’ll want time alone. Call on me when you want to dance among the mushrooms again.” She let herself out the gate.
James raised his brows. “Is that what you get up to while I’m gone—dancing in fairy circles?”
Eva wrinkled her nose. “Certainly not. The fairies are far too jealous of my good fortune. But Maudie and I did attend the assembly with Jesslyn and Lark.” She sobered. “How did it go in London, James? Did you get answers to your questions?”
“Some.” Arm around her waist, he led her back into the garden while Mr. Connors and Kip set about taking the carriage to the coaching house behind the manor. “I gave Mr. Carroll’s decoder to the War Office. As usual, they weren’t particularly excited about the matter.”
“They don’t want you to know you showed them up,” Eva told him.
“Neither did Julian Mayes. He came to see me when he heard I was in town. He wanted to apologize. It seems he mentioned our agreement to his superior, Alexander Prentice, and Prentice immediately told the earl. That’s how he was able to show up at our wedding.”
Eva shook her head. “So at least that mystery is solved. I’m glad it wasn’t Priestly who told on us. He’s been very helpful while you were gone. Either he or Captain St. Claire have checked the castle every day. No one has come for the note.”
James drew in a breath. “And I couldn’t find the key that was in the earl’s possession. So, someone still has access to the castle. We’ll have to find another way to make sure the French know they aren’t welcome in Grace-by-the-Sea. At least I am still magistrate and leader of the militia.”
“And what about the finances?” Eva asked. “Were you able to salvage the estates?”
“Not quite.” He paused to gaze out over the flowers as if taking comfort in the bright blooms. “Things were as bad as the earl intimated. He’d already sold everything we owned overseas. We’ll lose most of the property in England as well.”
“Oh, poor Thorgood,” Eva said.
“We’ll have to stop calling him that. The earl has passed. My cousin will shortly be confirmed as the sixth earl.”
“Oh.” Eva bit her lip a moment. “I should not be glad of his death, but I am relieved. James, we are truly free.”
He nodded slowly, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. “Thorgood intends to move himself, the countess, and Miranda to the castle to live. They will arrive next month, with my mother and your harp, Eva.”
Eva beamed at him. “Then you’ll finally have family in the area again.”
James looked down into Eva’s face. “I already have family. More than I ever believed possible.”
Eva gazed up at him, love and pride and joy mingling. Her convenient husband had become more than she could have dreamed, and she would always be grateful she had come to Grace-by-the-Sea.
Home.
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